Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 21:19:16 -0700 From: Rich Taste Subject: My Son's Friend Jake - revised part 1 The following story is a work of fiction - though the it grew out of a real experience. I will leave you to imagine where the reality ended and my fantasy began, though you might be surprised if you knew. This story contains description of sexual acts between adult men and teenage boys. If this offends you or if it is illegal for you to read, please leave now. Again this is a work of fiction. Nothing illegal occurred in the real experiences the story is based on and this story is not meant to encourage any illegal acts. Please enjoy and email, especially if you have similar accounts to share, real or otherwise. ----- I'm a married father of 4 boys, 3 of which have already grown and left our home. My youngest, Andy, is 16 and is the most social of them all. He hangs out with a pretty large group of friends and during the weekends and over the summer if he is not sleeping over at a friend's house, one or more are camped out at ours. This could mean that on any given morning, a number of teenage boys may be laid out from room to room in our home. Not that I mind this in the least. First of all I'm glad my son has carved out a niche for himself and made a lot of friends, all who are really good boys. Secondly, I love the numerous opportunities to have young guys hanging around, in various states of dress, and sometimes even in slightly compromising situations. Its not completely uncommon for me to `run into' a very hot 15 year old coming out of the bathroom with just a towel; or catching a young guy trying to mask the untimely, but inevitable woody in his pants. What inspired me to write was a true situation that happened in my home very recently. It was a Saturday morning and I had come down stairs very early. On the weekend, I like to get up before anyone else and sneak out for breakfast. I usually can get there, enjoy my coffee and paper, and still get back before anyone is up. This day was a typically hot morning in the South, which was made worse in our house by my refusal to turn up the air conditioning too high. Consequently it was pretty warm in the house. Andy was fast asleep on the love seat on the far side of the living room and his friend Jake was sprawled out on couch nearest the hall and the entry into the kitchen. Both were in just their shorts with no blankets covering them. Andy`s a good looking boy but although I am extremely attracted to teens and college age young men, I`ve never looked at my sons in a sexual way. I`m grateful for that. The complications that would have for both them and me wouldn't be worth it. This doesn't however, go for his friends. I'm constantly driven to a state of sexual frustration by all of them. I even think some of them know it, whether consciously or not. Jake would be one of my chief torturers. He is a small guy, no bigger than 5'6 and is fairly slim. He is blonde headed and blue eyed and if he didn't live in the middle of Alabama he certainly would be the perfect surfer boy. That's what I like to call him. I love any opportunity I have to be around him and cherish the times when he is shirtless. He is not muscular or even extremely well toned. In fact, sometimes it seems some parts of his body are still holding on to a little of that pre-pubescent boy plumpness; not fat, just softness if you know what I mean. But for some reason that makes him even sexier, I guess because it adds to his innocence. His skin now is almost golden brown from the Southern sun and his nipples are the size of a quarter and always seem stimulated to the sexiest point. Because he favors lose shorts, I've never really been able to see a clear outline of his young cock. For some reason I imagine it is not very large. However loose his shorts may hang from his waist, they can't however hide the cutest little ass you can imagine. All in all, Jake is definitely a delight to the eyes and probably the prize of many young girls Well, it was this delight I found myself stumbling across on this morning, as I made my way through the living room into my kitchen. It was such a sight I had to stop at the head of the couch and soak in the picture of this incredibly hot little 16 year old sleeping so peacefully and yet so seductively. He was on his back, his arms laying at his sides and his hands cupped lightly at the crotch of his shorts. His chest was slowly rising and falling with each breath, and as it pulled his stomach in with each inhale, you could make out the hint of a six pack that could easily develop in the not too distant future. I watched for a few breathtaking moments and realizing that as long as I was quiet I could probably take my time, studied his shorts to see if his cock might be hard. One of the benefits of having teens sleep over is that I often noticed a bulge or two in the morning. Sometimes I'm "bad" enough to just hang around when they are awake but still not up yet. I make sure to be there for that moment when they have to get up from where they lay and they lose the blankets they were using to hide what is going on between their legs. When I'm particularly mischievous I will tell them, "Let's go boys. Everyone up." It is always fun identifying the ones who are sporting wood and seeing the measures they go through to hide them until they can get into a bathroom or something. Unfortunately Jake was wearing loose fitting khakis this morning so I couldn't easily see anything. This didn't stop my trying though, and I found myself making multiple trips through the living room just to look at him. It was during one these trips by the couch that something caught my eye. Jake must have shifted and stretched his legs a bit, because now the waist band of his khaki shorts were lifted off his stomach enough to clearly see the top of his blue and green boxer briefs. The waistband of his briefs hugged his slim stomach tightly, except for one area, just to the right of the soft swath of blonde hair that lead from his belly button down to that sexy place below. There, at that spot, pressed up against the waistband of his briefs was an unmistakable bulge. Jake was spouting a hard cock and if not for those briefs it looked as if it would have popped up to lay flat against his stomach. Being an avid lover of teenage and college boys, I have seen my share of hard boy dicks, both those clothed and unclothed (of course most of those have only been through porn). For some reason however, this experience was more exciting than any of those. Maybe it was the circumstances. The house was completely asleep and Jake was completely unaware of what was going on, except perhaps in his dreams. But he definitely had no idea I was watching. Perhaps it was how vulnerable Jake was under the circumstances. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing that my son was sleeping just a few feet away and my wife just up the stairs - the risk I could be caught. More than anything, it was just such a wonderful sight; and I could get so close. For a time I almost peered directly over the his forehead to look down even closer. For how hard it was pressed against the waistband I could almost make out the clear definition of the tip, seeing the impression made by the two cloves wrapped around the top of the shaft that made up the plump little head. After a few minutes my own cock had popped to its full height and I could feel the sexual frustration setting in. All I could make out of the bulge was the very top section of his cock, the rest descending below the covering of his shorts. There was perhaps just a couple inches noticeable, including the knob on top. Having seen this I wanted more. I wanted to see how far down it went. By the position of his shorts and I couldn't really tell how big it was. I wanted to know, needed to know. I also wanted to see it in the flesh but knew that was not going to happen. Oh, I allowed myself the thoughts of sneaking a touch, or pulling down the briefs. I thought of the many nifty stories I had read. But I quickly discarded them. Even if any of those stories of sleeping friends were true, this situation was not one that would allow it. As much as I wanted to see and feel, I was not interested in going to jail, or suffering a messy divorce, or having to explain to my son what in the hell I tried to do to his friend. This was real life, not a story Furthering my frustration was the absence of anything more going on. Jake hadn't really moved a muscle in several minutes. Maybe if he were having a wet dream things would get exciting, but how long might that take? Would it be a waste to just stand here and wait in hope? More than likely, I thought, this was just the result of a full bladder. The same, normal, piss inspired hardon most of us men get everyday of our lives. If that were case I was not going to see much more. After what seemed an insufferable amount of time (in reality probably 10 minutes or so lol) I decided my time was up. I would enjoy the wonderful show this incredible boy had given me and go on about my day, of course never to look at Jake quite the same way again. Thank you Jake! I must admit, I had problems concentrating on the paper and enjoying my breakfast. It had been almost a week since I had last enjoyed getting off and I couldn't seem to get my cock to behave. All during breakfast I thought of Jake; what his cock must look like, how big it must be, how his balls were probably firm and pulled tightly up to the base of his dick. I decided that the cause of Jake's bulging pole was definitely a hot dream, not a full bladder. Hey, they were my fantasies so I was going to enjoy them. So, I wondered what he might dreaming about. Was he very sexually experienced or just a virgin? If the later, his dreams might be nothing more than him running his hands softly over the naked breasts of Jessica Alba or some other object of his adolescent fantasies. If so, certainly he was going to blow that load the moment his fingers got to nipples! I chose however, to believe it was the former and that he either had the neighbor girl pinned against his bed, forcefully driving his hard teen cock in and out of her virgin pussy, or better yet, he was in the bathroom of the local subdivision pool with the 17 year old female lifeguard on her knees in the corner while he banged her head against the while pounding her throat with that rock solid cum stick of his. As I was paying my tab and coming back to reality, I wondered what was happening now with Jake, or what had already happened. Perhaps his dream faded. Perhaps he had woken up and with everyone still asleep and snuck into the bathroom to nut himself. I imagined what that might look like. How much I would pay to see him awake and jerking off to a hot teen orgasm. How did he do it? Did he hold it tight or lose? Did he use one or two hands? Did he play with his balls or finger his ass? Now that would be a sight! Did he taste his cum? What did his face look like when his balls tightened and started to squeeze his hot cum up his hard cock shaft? Did he moan? Maybe he hadn't woken up, but continued that dream until he blew that load unconsciously and uncontrollably. Maybe when I returned I would see the soaking remnants on his briefs. In reality that the most logic thing that would have happened while I was away was Jake rolling over on his side or shifting again, forever hiding both his and my enjoyment. Yet I knew the first thing I would do when I walked in the house would be to make a line for the living room and the head of that couch. When I walked in the front door I noticed the house was still silent. That wasn't surprising; it was still early and my wife usually slept like the teenage boys. They might not be up for another couple hours if I didn't wake them. I quietly put the keys on the counter as I softly walked through the kitchen. It was light enough now that I could see the boys pretty clearly from the kitchen. Jake looked to be lying in about the same position but something was different. I couldn't make it out from so far away but as I crept closer I saw it. I literally lost my breath at the same time a flood of adrenaline surged through me. Jake was still on his back, his arms still to his side, framing his gorgeous body. His shorts were still shifted off of his waist well enough to see much of the top of his boxer briefs. Except now there was no bulge to the right pushing against the waistband. Now, sticking straight out the top of his briefs, stretching up an inch towards his belly button was the top of his cock and the plumpest, juiciest looking dick head I had ever seen. I couldn't move for a minute. In my 45 years, I've never been this close to a young boys raging hardon in the flesh. It looked so hot; soft yet obviously swollen. It was bigger than I imagined earlier, about the size of the head of an ordinary table salt shaker. It was cut beautifully and proportioned perfectly. I quickly checked on Andy. He was still fast asleep, turned face in towards the back of the loveseat. I listened for my wife and there was no sound. I tiptoed very close to Jake and peered over his head. I was so close to that hard cock that I could easily see the brownish scar line from where his foreskin was cut as a baby. I could also see the little tiny nub of flesh that sometimes sits right under the piss slit, in the seam where the 2 folds of the cock head come together. I feared I was too close so I stepped back and sat myself down on the small table right at the edge of the kitchen entrance. I could still see perfectly. A million thoughts went through my head. I realized that Jake had more than a full bladder. He must have really been having some strong sexual dreams. His cock was rock hard now and somehow had forced it's way past the band of the briefs that stretched pretty tight against his waist. Had he reached his hand in there at some point and pleasured himself, freeing it to where it was? Most importantly I began to wonder now about where this was going. It was obvious that besides his dick being hard as concrete and his mind lost in a sexual wonderland, the physical pressure of the briefs against the top of his cock was having a pleasurable effect also. I could tell because besides the exposed tip of his meat, I could also see a little bit of the covered shaft as it rose out from the shorts and it seemed to be twitching often. Also every few seconds his hips would push up just the slightest bit and his cock head would quickly swell and then contract. I wondered if in his dream he was humping something. Perhaps it was a blow job he was getting because he wasn't thrusting up like he was in fucking rhythm. It was more like a sensual little rock forward now and then. It was during one of these little thrusts, as his cock swelled and twitched, that the slit on the crown of his dick head swelled a bit and spread just the slightest, and a tiny drop of liquid peeked out. It stayed it there for a few seconds, as if it were waiting to see it were safe, then it began to grow and soon slid down the underside of his cock head. The drop rolled slowly down and pooled between his cock and stomach. I grabbed my raging erection though my jeans and squeezed as hard as I could. I couldn't jack off but I needed to feed the monster a little. I noticed now that Jake's breathing was different than when I had left. His chest was rising a bit faster and his stomach contracting a bit more. His adrenaline was obviously flowing strong. I watched as his hips pushed up again, this time a little further and quicker, pushing his cock against the tight grip of his briefs. Then Jake moved and startled me. He stretched his legs out, pointing his toes down. His hands pressed into the bottom of his crouch and his shoulders hunched up somewhat. He was stretching and pushing at his balls at the same time. This momentarily pulled the band of his shorts and briefs down even farther exposing more his rock hard 16 year old cock. Just as quickly he relaxed but I noticed his hands were further up on his balls and the base of his cock. More of his cock flesh was exposed and I began to realize that this little fuck was a bit bigger than I had thought. He wasn't huge but he had something decent to fuck with, certainly a mouthful. The head of Jake's cock started to throb a little more often and the shaft twitch a bit more intensely. More pre-cum was leaking out and down into the pool on his stomach. How badly I wanted to take out my meat and stroke it but I couldn't risk it. I thought about getting my camera out and taking some pictures to enjoy for later but that would have been harder to explain had I been caught. Just then, his cock jerked as much as it could, caught in the briefs as it was, and his hips rose up. I don't know if I imagined it but a slight sigh might have escaped his lips. At one point earlier I was disappointed that I could not see his entire hot poker and his balls. I would have also loved to see the bush cradling them. But I also realized that had his cock not been trapped as it was, Jake probably would not be at the point he was now. The briefs were giving him something to fuck up against. Knowing the sensitivity of young, horny boys, I knew that as long as Jack didn't wake up, he won't last much longer. I watched his breathing more, looking for signs. I was sure he was breathing heavier. Yes, and he was moving more. His hands were slightly kneading against the balls in his shorts. His legs occasionally tightened and stretched forward. He started moving his hips about a more. And his cock continued to twitch, forcing itself against the constraining fabric; each time adding the tiniest bit more liquid to the growing pool on his beautiful abs. I thought to myself, "I can't believe this is happening." How often I had jerked off fantasizing about one of Andy's friends, imagining them hard and beating off. I jerked to images of walking in on them in the bathroom, of them peering through my bedroom door as I fucked my wife, jerking their big teen cocks as I pounded away. Greatest of all was the dream of catching them fucking their girl friends on my son's bed or catching one of the girls with a mouth full of their dick. But these were just fantasies, images to beat off with while I was alone. What was happening right in front of me was real and I wouldn't trade it for all of those fantasies put together. Then it things with Jake changed. I could see His chest was moving faster now and higher. His stomach was drawing in deeper. How fucking hot, this boy is about to squirt his cum and I can sit here an watch for all its worth. No sooner had I thought that than Jake suddenly tightened and stretched his legs out as far as they could go. His toes curled and pointed down and he pushed his hands hard against his balls. His stomach tightened and highlighted the muscle below that soft flesh. Then more suddenly he shot his head up and looked straight down at his cock. The veins in the side of his neck were bulging and I knew that his little body was in the midst of a mini convulsion. Hell yes, I thought. He's shooting off. He let out a gasp and a slight moan and then pulled both hands off his balls and reached up frantically, throwing them over the top of his cock head. He was awake and as his orgasm was hitting him so was the realization that he was in the middle of his best friends living room. He was trying to stop the coming flood. Yet it was obvious that the explosion was to sensational to ignore and as his cock started to spurt, he leaned his head back slightly, lifted his ass up, pushing his cock harder against his grasping hands and let go the sexiest sound I've ever heard - like a small animal`s grunt. I almost shot off in my pants. At first I was disappointed that his hands were covering the head of his cock. How I would have loved to see his cum fly high in the air, maybe landing on his chest or face. But then I saw something much hotter. As his hands gripped his head and the top half of his cock shaft, the white cream began oozing out over his fingers and between his hands. I know from experience the pressure of trying to trap a load of jizz from squirting out by squeezing. This had to be happening because he squeezed for the longest time, not moving a muscle but moaning softly. And then it was done. Wide awake now, Jake looked over at Andy. Then he looked around a bit, still holding his hands to his cock, as if he were trying to keep his juice from falling everywhere. It was obvious he was looking for a solution. Now I started coming back down to earth. I also needed a solution. If I made the slightest noise or if Jake were to look back, what would I do? How would I explain the situation or remove the discomfort we both would fell. I was overcome with a mix of guilt, excitement, fear and shame. I also worried about how Jake would feel. I had the first thought to try to sneak aware very quietly. But then I did the strangest thing. I don't know why. I don't even know where the thought came from. Perhaps I thought it might be a door to something more, at some later time. Very softly but quickly I turned away and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a dish towel from the counter and then quietly walked back to the couch. As I approached Jake, he snapped his head up at me with a look part fear, part shock, and part confusion, never removing the grip on his cock. I reached down with the towel and dropped it over his hands. "Here, you might need this." And with that, I walked away... ------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this please email me at RichTaste4Play@gmail.com. Let me know if you'd like more stories based on other situations I have had or if you would like me to continue with Jake